Worshipping God is a powerful practice, yet we unintentionally glean so many of our principles of worship from our culture instead of from scripture. Pure worship is illusive. Sometimes we have to aggressively combat the sentimental of our minds and the cute-but-lesser versions of God that the world promotes today.

The world is full of vintage-ironic thrift-store versions of Jesus. 

You can pick up a Velveteen Jesus at every corner estate sale, and you can worship a consumer-diluted Jesus through so much of our contemporary self-centered spirituality.

To recapture His magnitude is a struggle of will.

We think it’s more romantic. We think an occasional stroll into nature is an equal match for the heavyweight knockout punches of Satan and the numbing toxins and chains of cultural relativism.

Worshipping His fullness is a fight. 

It’s a fight against the enemy. It’s a fight against entropy. It’s a fight against ourselves. Psalm 29 is an aggressive Polemic. It puts God on the throne at the embarrassing expense of Baal in an "anything you can do I can do better" display of divine oneupmanship.